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The govt. Of Telengana is trying to cut down 400 acres of forest land in the University of Hyderabad (HCU).

HCU is home to a plethora of beautiful species, and is a hub of biodiversity- and is called the green lungs of Hyderabad.

In the past few days, they have gone as far as putting a Lathi charge against peaceful protestors, and are not even allowing students or people who stay in the quarters to even enter.

I implore everyone to please, please share the word, and stand for what is right, and protect the little that is left, of what has been given to us.

Below I have shared a account which provides all the information you may need, and I encourage everyone to share it.

Thank you.

https://www.instagram.com/save_hcu?igsh=czhoajIzYXo1amw4

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IM GONNA CRY THAT IS SUCH A COOL NAME??? 😭

HOW'D YOU COME UP WITH IT AGANSUANSGSBS

We should come up with cool badass titles for each other in Cursedblr

SEE I HAVE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR SO LONG

Also my idea was we should come up with Horrid Henry type titles

Like idk Terrorizing Tara for @mi-stress-of-chaos or Horrific Helli for @hellincarnation

But normal cursed fantasy titles would also be good...

Say for example, the Goblin of cursed forest for @igotadigbickandureadthatwrong

Ngl if we pick a fantasy role and make titles ot would b very cool

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PANDAVAPANCHALIWEEK

DAY 7: The children of the Pandavas and their parents

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TW: Fire and Death

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Vilomah

(sanskrit). Against the natural order of things.

A lot of things in her life were...not common, nor were they things which were considered...traditional, to say the very least.

Most of the time, it was not something she paid mind to.

She was grateful for all the things that she was given, in life.

Everyone had gotten used to niyati taking it's course in the least imaginable way possible- it was simply how it was.

For it, she had built her resolve step by step, meticulously training herself to hold a face of composure and fierceness.

She built it from the ground up, raising a fortress deep within her soul.

Perhaps it was their thinking that made Kala unravel the threads of time again, to weave it once more, only for the strings to tangle and turn into knots one could only cut apart.

She could do nothing as tears fell out of her eyes involuntarily, while she stared at the burning brilliance of the pyres upon which her beloved sons rested.

Nothing was limid as she had once thought it had been, and the image of happiness she once had visualised in her mind's eye had now been wiped beyond recognition.

Her fortress crumbled, as grief laid siege upon her soul, tearing everything down, brick by brick.

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जय सीतारामलक्ष्मण की!

Aaaaaa can't believe today is the final day of the fest!! I had an absolute BLAST writing for this event, and it was an absolute joy to write and participate in this! Mod did an awesome job at organising everything and the concept itself was a super super cool one to write for- sending the mod and all the participants of this event all my love and support- this was an absolute joy to do! I hope to see you all around <3

Stay safe, healthy and hydrated <3

Have a good one, folks

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PANDAVAPANCHALIWEEK

DAY 6: Draupadi and her co-wives

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Home

(noun). The place where one feels they belong.

For a while, Krishnā never truly knew where she was meant to belong.

She had first entered this world from the comforting embrace of Agni Deva, being accepted as the Princess of Pānchala with great pomp. The comfort of her parents, the gentle guidance of her elder sibling and the banter with her brother was something she cherished, but she had been aware that her story was only beginning.

She had stepped into the house of Hastinapura, being proclaimed as the kulvadhu of the Kurus, stepping through the grand gate with hundreds of eyes gazing upon them- scrutiny or wonder; she couldn't tell. She was grateful for her mother-in-law's soft words of love, the presence of Pitamaha as an everlasting beacon of empathy, and the insights of wisdom given to her by Mahamantri Vidura- but yet, the labyrinthian walls of the royal enclosure felt only like its name- an enclosure.

Something just would not fit in.

Not fully, atleast.

Something was askew- and she just could not place it.

Gradually, though, it was like that piece of her had carved out a place for itself.

It made itself a place to be.

She had been welcomed into their brand new city, revered as the queen of the land, and of their heart. Her heart belonged to the moments of tenderness with her husbands, the innocent joy of her children, and the laughter of her co-wives.

It never just...clicked, in her. It was a process- a process where she realised that they had not found their safety- they had created it, by themselves.

It was created by foundations of the magnificent architecture. It was created by the pitter-pattering of children's feet always resounding in the halls. It was created by the love, sweat and tears of her co-wives.

She couldn't help but care for them. They had sacrificed everything to be where they were, now. They had poured all their love into nurturing what had now grown into the fruit of their efforts.

Their bonding time was often spent together in the few moments of quiet they would manage to get a hold of, in the middle of all the chaos- right after everyone would finally settle down after the morning procedures; and just before they would have to get up to begin attending to their duties for the evening once more.

It was during these moments of fleeting silence, tired smiles, and suppressed giggles that she realised that this, was her home.

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जय सीतारामलक्ष्मण की!

Can't believe this is the second to last day of this fest! This piece really challanged by brain, but I hope y'all like it :)

Stay safe, healthy and hydrated <3

Have a good one, folks!

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PANDAVAPANCHALIWEEK

DAY 5: Sahadeva and Draupadi

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Yāgyaseni

The one who is born from the holy fire.

Words.

They were a powerful thing, really.

They could break so many relations and ties in just mere seconds.

But it was just as true that they also had the power to build bonds just as quickly.

That was the thing she loved about them. It was what made her so proud of the youngest Āśvineya.

He held a mastery over words- easily weaving them into lyrical sentences that would flow out of his mouth as a means to convey thought-striking concepts.

It was also how he had won the way to her heart, carefully paving his way through with slow approaches and tender phrases.

Their time together was something she cherished and held close to her heart. She never realised how the hours would pass by, as they would indulge in deep discussions about anything and everything under the sun.

Whether it be about the positions of the constellations situated in the vast, expansive night sky they sat under; or the complexity of how a small medicinal leaf sustained the plant itself and the others around it.

It wasn't hard to understand that his intellect and wisdom was far beyond his physical self. She could guarantee it without even an inch of doubt.

Yet, she could never seem to stop herself from holding back her endearment when he would talk to her, speaking to her with a childish excitement beaming through his eyes whilst gazing at her with nothing less than adoration.

She would forever be grateful for his love, that shone through in each one of their moments together, shining just as brightly as the fire she once came forth from.

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जय सीतारामलक्ष्मण की!

With that, we reach the five day mark of this fest! Can't believe how fast the days flew by, this has been very fun to write for! Stay tuned for the next two pieces :)

Stay safe, healthy and hydrated <3

Have a good one, folks!

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PANDAVAPANCHALIWEEK

DAY 4: Nakula and Draupadi

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Malinī

The one who makes flower garlands.

Flowers were something she had grown very fond of.

They were marvels of nature, growing in beautifully vibrant colours in innumerable shapes and sizes.

Most of them were considered to have significance in one's life.

Including hers.

Some of her dearest memories with the elder Mādreya were associated with flowers.

It was something she would look forward to, every day.

In the morning, he would personally assign himself the duty of adorning her hair with blossoms of all kinds- whether they were fully bloomed, or small, dainty buds.

And in the night, when they would finally have a moment of solace, he would put forth a basket filled to the brim with all sorts of florets and petals, putting it in front of her and eagerly asking which ones she might've liked the most, as so he could tenderly tuck them into her tresses.

He was one of the people she'd learnt to weave flowers from. He would teach her the different ways each flower could be used- their traits, and the way to handle them. He'd compared it to taking care of children- for they were soft, fragile, beautiful little things.

The first (few) times, she had gotten...not so expected results. He'd looked at her attempt with an incredulous and playful look in his eyes, as she held it up in satisfaction; before they both promptly burst into silent laughter.

Eventually, she did get better at it, quite so. She quickly took to creating beautiful crowns and garlands that she would teasingly adorn his head with, a cheeky grim her face, while he would only be able to gawk as he processed her actions.

Until that day came, though..he would call smugly break out into poetry, while she looked at him with mirth, and he tried not to smile at her endearing endeavours in the flowery craft.

"Malinī," he'd teasingly call her, as she would huff at him in a mock complaint, grateful for the moments of fleeting bliss they shared, basking in each other's love like two lotuses entwined into one.

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जय सीतारामलक्ष्मण की!

Choosing the name was hard for this one, but I am very happy with how it turned out!

Stay safe, healthy and hydrated!

Have a good one, folks!

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PANDAVAPANCHALIWEEK

DAY 3: Arjuna and Draupadi

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Krishnā

The dark-skinned one.

She remembered clearly.

At one point in her married life, Kiriti had lovingly given her the name Krishnā.

It was one of the names she loved the most. It always felt like a prayer on his lips, something uttered with nothing but pure reverence.

She sometimes would playfully ask him if it was the love he had for Govinda or her which made him speak that way.

She fondly recalled him talking about his friend with nothing but pure adoration, his speech becoming even more animated, as he would passionately moving his hands around in gestures as if to prove a point.

She understood his love for the Muralidharā, though. He was a presence who had stormed into their lives- and yet, he was the only one who could calm the troubled, and relentless waves of their mind.

There was this one pattern, she noticed. Some of their closest moments had always evolved from talking about Mādhava.

Perhaps, that was how it was meant to be.

For he was the truth, for both of them.

Their only truth.

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जय सीतारामलक्ष्मण की!

This was a hard one, but hands down I LOVE this couple so much egsnusjs

Stay safe, healthy and hydrated! <3

have a good one, folks!

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PANDAVAPANCHALIWEEK

DAY 2: Bheema and Draupadi

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Nityayauvani

The one who is ever-young.

Being born out of a sacred fire, there were some things she had to learn to become accustomed with.

One of these things was trying to wrap her head around just how many delicacies made up a royal feast.

It was one of those..silly, small things she was confused about- at least compared to whatever managed to take form in her life, looking back.

She remembered taking on the daunting task of preparing a feast for Vikrodara; when she had first heard of his fondness for all things culinary.

Admittedly, it was a thing she should have put foresight into...but to the amusement of her present self, that thought had only creeped into her mind far too late.

She reflects on how today, she was capable of preparing those very meals as if they were second nature- something she loved to do.

Perhaps that was the charm of her GadaDhara's contagious love. His excitement was nothing short of that of a child. It was warm, it was comforting.

He'd taught her that it was not just a matter of surviving, but rather; a way of bringing people together, a way of connecting with the world which helped in putting food in front of her- that it was not just sustenance. It was nourishment.

She could listen to him talk on and on for hours, telling her all about where that one specific herb used in the day's meal was so special, or how a tuber in the stew they had for dinner was so versatile.

That one of the things that was everlasting, in him.

That, and the smile he flashed at her, when she would come in after a long day of duties, holding in her palm a bowl of a sweet delight he took a liking to- the smile which made her feel young all over again.

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जय सीतारामलक्ष्मण की!

Hope y'all liked today's piece! Having an absolute blast writing for this event yssjus

Stay safe, healthy, and hydrated <3

Have a good one, folks!

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PANDAVAPANCHALIWEEK: MASTERLIST

Day 1: Yudhisthira x Draupadi (fluff, comfort)

Pānchali

Day 2: Bheema x Draupadi (fluff)

Nityayauvani

Day 3: Arjuna x Draupadi (fluff)

Krishnā

Day 4: Nakula x Draupadi (fluff)

Malinī

Day 5: Sahadeva x Draupadi (fluff)

Yāgyaseni

Day 6: Draupadi and her co-wives (comfort)

Home

Day 7: The children of the Pandavas and their parents (angst)

Vilomah

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PANDAVAPANCHALIWEEK

DAY 1: Yudhisthira and Draupadi

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Pānchali

A woman from Pānchal, more specifically, a princess.

DharmaRāja was a man of virtue. He was an emperor. A ruler. A leader.

She had witnessed the showcase of his virtues- ones which were so deep rooted in him, infact, that he would die upholding them rather than let them break.

He taught his people the values he upheld, his words flowing out gracefully and echoing throughout their court, as everyone watched him in awe, listening to every single one of his words with rapt attention.

His virtue was something which was known far and wide- it was a well known fact, and she agreed with it- for it was nothing less than the truth.

She remembers the slightest hint of pride in his eyes as he hears her name being proclaimed alongside his, as they looked down at their subjects from the palace.

He was calm, he was composed, he was a perfect idol.

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Ajātashatru was a man of values. He was a father. A brother. A son.

She had witnessed the gentle endearment in his eyes, directed at the ones dear to him, ones he would live through everyday for.

She could easily recall more than multiple occurences where he would patiently sit down with his sons, listening to every little thing they might have done that day, no matter how tired he might've been, more often than not, reflecting upon always learning something new from their child-like view of the world in fondness.

She remembers the slightest hint of playfulness slip in his tone, as they sat in their chambers- his loving calls being the only sound in her ears at that moment.

He was tired, he was weary, he was a beautiful soul.

And Pānchali wouldn't have it any other way.

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जय सीतारामलक्ष्मण की!

Small note: Ajātashatru is Yudhisthira only- i js felt this name suited him better for this piece :)

Ahaha i first wrote this piece and then it didnt get saved and I completely rewrote it but im happy with how it turned out :)

Stay safe, healthy and hydrated! <3

Have a good one, folks!

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The One with many names

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Reminder: This is a work made from my own imagination, with inspiration from the actual itihasa, and not meant to hurt anyone's sentiments.

Thank you.

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He went by many names.

Uncountable, even.

Some were innocent, sweet.

"MADHAVA, WAIT!" The third son of Pandu called out in laughter, trying to catch his breath, as his friend walked- no, practically sprinted ahead of him.

Others stood as a mere glimpse of the power he held.

"Narayana, Narayana!" The sage of Vaikuntha chanted, roaming through the worlds, singing praises of his prabhu.

Some described his beauty.

'They were right,' the daughter of Bhishmaka thought, looking only into the eyes of her Kamalanayana, focusing on the pupils of the eyes that bore into her, despite the outrage the others vassal kings, for he had come as her husband.

Others were a testament to the enchantment one faced, looking at said beauty.

"That Mohana never fails to let go of even one chance at teasing me." The gopika of Barsana lightly sulked to herself, weaving a garland of flowers for the aforementioned thief who stole her heart.

Some were names of endearment, names only a few knew of.

"Kanha, what did you do now?" The husband of Revati sighed exasperatedly, trying (but failing miserably) to hide the fond amusement in his eyes directed at his younger brother.

Others were names spoken with great reverence, by the whole world.

"Vasudeva has slain our tormentor!" A young man ran through the streets of Mathura informing everyone of the news, as the citizens celebrated their prince.

Some were names people used to call out to him as a plea, as they turned to their only hope, knowing he would not fail their trust.

"Bhaktavatsala, only you can save me, now." The daughter of Drupada called out with tears in her eyes, while light surrounded her like a shield, wrapping itself around her, coming as her saviour in his stead.

Others were the names of his which were spoken out as cries of victory, in celebration.

"Glory be to Madhusudana!" The skies of heavens called out in joy, showering flowers upon the earth, where their Lord stood.

Some were names which showed the humble roles he took upon himself in the game of life.

"My Gopala is nothing less than a handful," The chief of Gokula smiled, glancing towards the sound of the pitter patter of the anklets belonging to his son.

Others said that he was the creator of the game itself.

"Vishwarupa, I surrender to you." The third son of Pandu uttered, looking up at the sky, before kneeling in the ground, giving himself to his only truth.

…

But when one thinks upon it, they realise none can describe him in his entirety.

Who knows how many names he possesses? Some names which people call him in their solitude, others lost to time.

Perhaps, that's how it was meant to be.

But I do know something.

That all of us, in some degree, are aware of at least one of the many facets of his, all reflecting his light, in the form of his legacy, his stories, his teachings and his words in tandem to create a splendid and breathtaking display, illuminating even the farthest of nooks and crannies.

What I do know is that he is my home.

He is my solace, he is my safety.

I might not know all his names, but I know that he will answer my call, regardless of what I address him by.

I know that he is in everyone's life, nameless or otherwise.

Whether it be in your most vulnerable state, or one where you are at the top of the world.

Whether it be in what seems to be a small moment you cherish, or a lifelong joy.

Whether it be in the person you exchange pleasantries with, or someone you have conversations with for hours on end.

He is everywhere.

And for me, that is more than enough.

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जय सीतारामलक्ष्मण की!

I don't know what to say this time, being completely honest

I haven't touched Krishna's character (or any of the mahabharata/bhagavata characters, but specifically krishna and his close ones) out of a reluctance and fear that I'll never truly do justice to them, as these people are very, very close to my heart

Most of what I know is stuff I've learnt during the lockdown, and researched more and more till now

Frankly, I forced myself to first start writing this piece, but then as I wrote more and more I added on and on to the entire thing, but I don't have any regrets for now

I just hope the blue guy likes my first piece ab him 😔

As always, constructive criticism and comments are a joy to have, so please feel free to share your feedback!

Well, on that note, I hope y'all have a good day/night!

Stay safe, healthy and hydrated <3

Have a good one, folks!

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Reblog if your blog is boopable-safe so you can get all the (probably new) achievements. I don’t care about notes I just want boops

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Naama Ramayana Series

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शुद्धब्रह्मपरात्पर राम |

śuddhabrahmaparātpara rāma |

Your name is the one to which the lord of Kailasa meditates.

Your complexion is the one which represents all that is encompassed in the universe, in you.

Your eyes are the ones who have overseen justice you have given.

Your hands are the ones who wield the mighty Kodanda.

Your feet are the ones who grant refuge to many.

Your smile is the one that captivates us all.

Your gait is the one that charms whoever you walk past.

Your mercy is the one that cannot even be described- for it is unfathomably deep.

Your valour is the one which protects those who seek you.

Your love is the one which is continuously showered upon all those who come to you.

Your shadow is the one which so many try to follow.

Your stories are the ones which have been spread far and wide, weaved into the daily lives of many.

You are the one who I surrender myself to.

I bow to you, Sri Rama.

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जय सीतारामलक्ष्मण की!

WISHING EVERYONE A VERY, VERY SHUBH DIWALI!

Ok so this naama Ramayana Series has been bugging my brain for a very, very long time, so I decided to inaugurate it on Diwali hehehe

I tried my best to do this- there's so many things I could just yap about him but I limited it to this for now

Who knows I might edit in more idk

As always, I'm open to feedback and constructive criticism!

Once again, wishing everyone a Shubh Diwali!

Stay safe, healthy and hydrated <3

Have a good one, folks!

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reblog if you need a hug

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What fandoms do you write fanfics/drabbles for??

I usually write for like Indian mythology (love the ramayan, as one can tell from my masterlist ussjhsnshsjshajsh), but I don't mind doing fanfiction on the following:

Night At The Museum

Miraculous Ladybug

Ducktales

My Little Pony (Equestria Girls included- although not the new gen installments)

Mysterious Benedict Society

Demon Slayer

My Hero Academia

Adventures of Tintin

Asterix and Obelix

The Backrooms

SCP: Secure Contain Protect

Welcome Home

Five Nights at Freddy's

Ever After High

Aru Shah (The Pandava Quintet)

This list will probably grow, but this is what I have for now- feel free to ask if I'm in a specific fandom :) (cause I probably missed some in the back of my brain 😭)

If you have any questions, or requests, or crossovers, I'd love to write it for you!

Also, I'm so sorry for not being able to answer sooner- my notifs are being weird and laggy 😭

Xoxo <333

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Adage

A short proverb or statement, to express the (general) truth.

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Reminder: This is a work made from my own imagination, with inspiration from the actual itihasa, and not meant to hurt anyone's sentiments.

Thank you.

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Unedited...ish- you've been warned

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THIS ONE IS FOR MY MOOT @h0bg0blin-meat LANCEY I AM SO SORRY I MADE YOU WAIT THIS LONG I HOPE THIS REACHES YOUR EXPECTATIONS😭

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He was the king, now.

Surrounded by the chants of Brahmanas, the ringing of bells, and the triumphant roars of the subjects, he was crowned king of the Golden City.

He did not know how he had ended up being showered by rose petals, as the Anuj of Shri Ram applied Raj Tilak upon his forehead.

In the farthest recess of his mind, something told him this was how it was meant to be.

He did not want to think this was the only way.

His fault.

His lack of effort.

He couldn't seem to stop himself, as he took large strides to his chambers, afterwards.

He couldn't stand being in that courtroom longer than he needed to.

"Traitor! Kul-nashak!"

"If you were not mother's son, your head would have been at my feet, and not on your neck, you fool."

His bruises from being pushed that day might've healed physically, but the wounds inflicted by the words and laughter that came out of everyone's mouths had wounded him deeper than the deepest trenches- they threw a weight heavier than a 1000 elephants.

Before he knew it, he was surrounded by the fragrance of freshly blossomed flowers of the royal gardens- although, that did not soothe the raging storm of his mind.

It was only when he ran a hand over his face that he realised his eyes stung. They were bloodshot with tears.

It was then, that the saffron-clad Vanar, Hanuman, approached him with hurried footsteps.

"The others are-..." He stopped in his tracks- it wasn't hard to guess that he stopped because of the disheveled state of the king in front of him.

Vibhishan fumbled, trying to quickly think of an explanation to give- only for his mouth to go dry. He..he didn't have any excuse.

"..Are you..alright?" He asked, hesitantly, approaching the man slowly.

Vibhishan nodded, not trusting himself to speak- he would breakdown if he spoke- he just knew it.

He certainly did not regret the decisions he made. He knew he was only following Dharma.

But... something in him could not stop but wonder- was it...the only way?

Vibhishan tried to speak- he really did, but he could only open and close his mouth.

"...You did what you could. You undermine yourself when you blame yourself for something which was decided by niyati, mitra." Hanuman said, his tone reassuring.

Vibhishan could only stare at him in befuddlement.

The way Hanuman looked at the king- it was as if the VayuPutra could read him like an open book, like it was nothing.

His interactions with Anjaneya not been lengthy, but it did not feel like they did not know eachother.

He could only quickly push away his confusion, as Hanuman patted his back.

"You blame yourself for nothing." The son of Kesari stated, looking down at the ground.

"I- wha-" Vibhishan could only start his sentence, before he was interrupted.

"..You are not as composed as you might envision yourself, Lankesh." Hanuman teased, a grin on his face.

Vibhishan could only let out a light chuckle, as his lips turned upwards, and Hanuman laughed.

"You will be- no, are a wonderful ruler, mitr." Hanuman simply declared, embracing the king.

"Would you like to accompany me? I am certain Prabhu would be tremendously happy to see you." He offered, as Vibhishan smiled, agreeing to walk with him, as they exited the gardens.

The raging storm in his mind had calmed down, somewhere in the middle of all of that- he did not know when exactly- but he had an idea.

Vibhishan did not really understand why said that- it wasn't a reassurance, nor was it consolement- he simply stated it- it was a truth, in his eyes. But it was probably the only thing that stopped him from breaking. That small, short exchange of words- was probably the only thing that turned his day around.

And Hanuman's statement turned out to be nothing but the truth. It was an adage, after all.

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जय सीतारामलक्ष्मण की!

HI THERE

This one took me a long while to write, I will admit- I wanted to do justice to this piece ToT

This was my very first request writing, again, I am SO sorry this took so long 😭

Honestly this dynamic in my opinion feels extremely unexplored I'm ngl- so I had a hard time figuring out what on earth to do 😭

These two characters are so beautifully complex but OH MY GOODNESS it is SO hard to write them without losing their essence somewhere in the middle 😭

hope y'all like it! As always, constructive feedback, comments and criticism are always appreciated :D

Stay safe, healthy, and hydrated <3

Have a good one, folks!

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